Smyrna times., 1887-06-15
For the Smyrna Times.
From Philadelphia to the Green
Mountains.

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that | heard the cry "all aboard y for
the last time, and felt the cars SLOWLY
move out of Broad street station. Phil
adelphia. felt sorrow at leaving nv
home and birth place; and Joy in feel
ing my long anticipated trip had really
begun.
1t was the $50 A. NJ, train for New
York that | was on, one that takes two
hours and twenty minutes to 90 from
city to city, or only twenty minutes
slower than the fastest express on that
branch. My journey to New York
was uneVentful, and besides the route
IS so well known that it is needless to
describe it. In a little less than the
above mentioned time we were landed
safely in Jersey City, and in a few min
utes more we were landed safely or
ratheriunsafely in New York CITY. for
after we left the ferry boat we tried
III vain for some time to cross the
street, and at last did so at the very
risk of our lives.
The drivers Of New York carts seem
to have very little regard for the limbs
OF their fellow beings, by the reckless
way they drive along, utter regardless
OF every other thing but getting to
where they want to go in as short a
time as possible.
The noise and confusion around the
wharves was perfectly frightful. and
the language used by some of the
drivers was not the kind used hv peo-
pie OF culture, at least in public.
In TACT, taking it all togetncr, think
although as yet l have had no exper-
lence IN the matter) that the warm
place we generally indicate to be be-
meath our feet must be very slow af-
talr compared to it. But soon we left
the worst behind US and were speeding
to the northern part of the city on one
OF those charming elevated railroads
whose roadhed overlooks very nicely
the bed rooms of the houses along the
way | got the glimpse of several per-
sons, who doubtless If they were used
10 the noise, We're repossing calmly in
the gentle arms Of Morpheus. We soon
came to the end Of that line OfrailrOad
ana found ourselves at the entrance Of
Central Park. 1t seemed as if we must
have been favored by some of the genii
OF Arabian Nights, for as soon as we
lett the brick pavements and walked a
iittle way down a gravel path, the CITY
drops from sight and on all sides the
beautiful country rises before us. sweet
oders greet our nostrels and sweet
sounds from thousand of birds and run
nlng brooks delight our ears. Quite n
rehet, l asure yoI to the various other
oders and sounds not altogether Dleas.
ant that have for some time been forced
/ upon us
Central Park is a perfect Garden of
Eden. 1t is not so very large but
every thing is SO well arranged. and
there are So many winding paths, that
II looks larger than it really is. dare
say 1t has been the Eden of thousands
OF lovers, for in my stroll around I
/ noticed several enraptured couDles
walking arm in arm up some secluded
path. The drives are very fine and are
SAID TO extend for tWentv-eipht miles
We found after some search. CleOpo.
tra'S Needle and gaZed for sometime
| on one ot the noble relics of EovDtian
| greatness. Two sides are worn nearly
smooth, said to have been done bV the
sand laden winds from the desert. The
other two sides are very plainly marked
with Egyptian writing, and looks more
| like the work of ten wears AGO than
nearly two thousand. | felt very
strange standing there looking up on
that emblem of human ambition, and |
thought sadly of what New York, the
hrst city of the new world, would be
TWO thousand years from now. Some
great nation then may at great trouble
and expense fish the Statue of Liberty
out of New York Harbor, place it in
one of their parks, and say it was
erected hY the ancient Americans TO
commemorate the death of General
Grant Mt the battle of Bunker Hill. I
heard one man say as | turned away
that " he guessed Cleopatra must have
used the needle to put n patch on
AnthOny's summer before--last from
sers." From there we went to the Art
Museum, also in Central Park and saw
numbers OF fine paintings by both old
ana modern masters. Among which
we saw the "HOrse Fair" bv Rosa
Bonheur, and lately presented to the
museum by G. Vanderbilt. It was
very fine, the horses were nearly life
size, and true in every respect to ma
ture. We were obliged to be cOntented
with hasty glance at this world of
painting and rare works of art, and
hurry down to the dirty wharves again.
ms time to the Citizens Line steamer
TO Troy. We reached the palatial
steamer in time to dispense with some
OF the New York real estate which we
mad collected, before the vessel started.
The time to leave was P. NJ, but it
was nearly $50 before the boat started.
Alter some waiting she was at last
freed from the wharf and amid few
weak cheers from those ashore. steamed
slowly up the Hudson river, well
named the Rhine of America" Soon
we left the forest of shipping"-I
have heard that used before some
where-far behind us, and with cooling
0reezes blowing, began to enjoy the
delightful scenery of the noble river.
should say here, lest people should
think that we were followers of DIR.
Tanner, that while the forest of ship
ping was every where about US, we
descended to the dining saloon and did
ample justice to the bill of fare. After
our repast we again assembled to the
deck to enjoy the prospect and chew
our tOOthpicks.
The bank on our right was COM
pletely lined with country seats. On
our left was the far famed " Palisades. ."
Among the first places of interest, was
Sunny Side," the residence of Wash
ington Irving, who mas made the Hud-
son almost equal to the Rhine in its
legends. The house was plainly visible
from the boat. It is l believe still in
the family, and is situated in beauti-
ful green valley, once known as Sleepy
Hollow, wondered in passing if tn
country people still believed in the
Headless HOrsemen of Sleepy Hol-
low" as of old. We also passed Stony
Point, famous for the attack made on
the fort by Mad" Anthony Wayne in
1870. Irvington," the fine country
residence of Jay Gould came soon in
view. His fine steam yacht was at
anchor near the wharf, and as bright
lights came from the saloon, something
unusual must. have been going on.
Next we come to was Sing Sing, noted
for its free country home.
Darkness soon shut down upon us so
that we could only Judge of places by
their bright lights. This for awhile
was quite pleasing as we watched them
appear and disappear like so many
will-o'-whisps, but the sleepy god, or
the aroma of the wine used by such
dire effect by Rip Van Wrinkle, caused
us soon to yield, "rescue or no rescue, 4
to its DOtent power